The men in the insurance office propped their feet on the desks, puffed cigar’s and pursued the classified ads in the paper. It was a Monday morning ritual. They were all all talking about the eye-stopper.

Mercedes 280 SL for sale. Sun roof. Loaded. Burgundy. Leather interior, stereo. $75.

Their mouths watered. But their eyes moved on down the column. It had to be a misprint. No one, but no one would sell that car for $75.

Finally, the talk turned to other things, and the car was gradually forgotten.

One salesman didn’t forget it though. He kept looking at the ad, and he finally dialed the phone number listed. A woman answered.

“I’m calling to inquire about the Mercedes,” he said. “Is it still for sale?”
“Oh yes,” she said. “It’s still for sale.”
“And the price is $75?”
“That’s right—–$75″
“Well, I’d like to come out and look at it.”

He drove out to the address given to him. It was a large, split level brick home with a swimming pool and tennis courts. The manicured shrubbery and lawns bespoke the presence of a gardener. An attractive blonde woman answered the door.

“I’ve come to see the Mercedes,” he said.
She waved her hand at the double-car garage. “It’s out there. Here’s the keys. Just lift the door and crank it up.”

The sight of the car took his breath away. He could see his reflection in the hood. It’s wheel covers gleamed. The interior was all plushy, shiny, tan leather and dark wooden paneling. He tried the sunroof and the stereo. Everything worked. The engine ran like a dream. The car was perfect. He went back to the door.

“The price is still $75?” he asked one more time
“Yes, it is,” the blonde said firmly.

His hand was shaking as he wrote the cheque. But he couldn’t leave without asking.

“Lady, I just want to know why you’re selling this car for $75. Nobody would that car for that price.”
She hesitated just for a moment, but then smiled just a little.
“I’ll tell you,” she said. “About 5 years ago, I met and married the perfect man. He was tall, well built and good-looking. He was an engineer. He brought home about $200,000 a year and that’s how we could afford this house and all you see here. Our marriage went well. Everything seemed fine. There was just 1 flaw. 1 of our neighbours was a beautiful, sexy woman. And last week, the 2 of them ran off together.”

She paused and smiled again.

“He called me this week.

“Now don’t hang up, Honey, just don’t hang up,” he said. “You’ve been such a good sport, and I know you’re going to be a good sport about this too. I know i did you wrong. You deserve better, and I’m sorry. But I just want you to do me a favour: Sell the Mercedes and send me half the money.

Star if you think this is funny.

You deserve several stars. But, I am capable of giving you only one. The blonde’s sincerity could be seen even here. How I wish I had married a blonde! Now, it is too late. I am in my late fifties.

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